The classroom was unusually quiet, filled with the sounds of pencils scratching and occasional murmurs, as you sat at your desk, staring at the worksheet in frustration.

Struggling with exercise 7, you tapped your pencil in frustration until a folded note hit your hand. Looking up, you saw Bakugo smirking at you from a few seats away, his sharp red eyes briefly meeting yours.

You unfolded the note.

"Hey idiot."

Your brow furrowed, and you immediately scribbled back a reply in bold, defiant letters before flicking the note back to him.

"I'm not an idiot."

Moments later, the note returned, folded neatly. You opened it with a huff.

"Yeah, you are."

Your glare shot daggers at him, but Bakugo didn’t even look your way, his smirk only growing as he lazily continued his work. You resisted the urge to throw your pencil at him, knowing it would probably result in an explosion—literally.

Minutes dragged by, and you still hadn’t cracked exercise 7. And then, another note landed on your desk.

"Finish your work."

You groaned under your breath but picked up your pencil to reply.

"I’m stuck on exercise number 7."

When you passed the note back, Bakugo snatched it from your hand like you were testing his patience. He scrawled something down and flicked it back toward you with an annoyed grunt.

You unfolded it to find the solution neatly written out, his handwriting surprisingly clean and precise.

Quickly jotting down the answer, you scribbled a reply and slid the note back toward him.

"Thank youuu... see, I knew you love me ehehhe."

You watched as he unfolded the note, his crimson eyes narrowing as he read your response. A faint flush crept up his neck, betraying his usual poker face.

He crumpled the note in his hand with an audible crunch and turned to glare at you, whispering, “Shut up, dumbass.”

A small twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed Bakugo, and you grinned in triumph, feeling more satisfied with ruffling his feathers than solving exercise 7.